CLOWN. Ha, ha, ha! I never saw bear go a-milking in all my life.
But hark you, sir, I did not look so high as her arm;
I saw nothing but her white head and her white belly.
SEGASTO. But tell me, sirrah, where dost thou dwell?
CLOWN. Why, do you not know me?
SEGASTO. Why, no; how should I know thee?
CLOWN. Why then you know nobody, and you know not me[170]. I tell you, sir, I am the goodman Rat's son, of the next parish over the hill.
SEGASTO. Goodman Rat's son; why, what's thy name?
CLOWN. Why, I am very near kin unto him.
SEGASTO. I think so; but what's thy name.
CLOWN. My name? I have [a] very pretty name; I'll tell you what my name is—my name is Mouse.
SEGASTO. What, plain Mouse?